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Private AU/PSL RP, set in the Fate/stay night universe. Multiple Servants of each class are being summoned or are rogue and appear from mysterious rifts along with shadow-like monsters, threatening to tear apart this unstable and distorted alternate reality. ➢ FSN AU Lien Kha. ➤ FSN AU Ai Thao Kha. ➢ Fate/ALT.distortion Playlist.

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[lansaigh]

[ A light hum, to the tune of "hm?". ]

Yeah, you're small enough for it. But 19, huh; that's right, you mentioned "college".

[psychometer]

[She GROANS.]

Daaaaaamnnn iiiit. On the one hand, maybe that's a good thing, my age not showing... [Mumble, mumble]

On the other hand, daaaamn iiiit.

[lansaigh]

What? Don't girls like hearing that kind of thing?

[ He's teasing, mostly. He knows what she means. ]

[psychometer]

Hm. On the one hand, yeah, it's not bad.

[And then she shakes her fist as if remembering something bad...]

On the other hand, you get carded at bars when all you want is one lousy drink...!!!

[lansaigh]

They ask you for your age before they give you drinks? That sounds backwards.

[ Another catch, another sound of flopping in the bucket. ]

—By the way, I hope you know how to cook fish.

[psychometer]

Good thing I don't drink much then.

[She blinks and stands up to peer into the bucket.]

Huh. Yeah, looks like we're gonna have a nice meal tonight.

[lansaigh]

If it's just grilling, I can pitch in.

[ She'd be surprised by his pure survival skills... ]

You don't get a Heroic Spirit cooking for you every day, be thankful.

[psychometer]

Well! If that's the case... [HMMM, SPEAKING OF DRINKS.]

You grill, I'll get beer. Or hard cider. Hell, maybe both.

[lansaigh]

Beer sounds good. You think we can get away with starting a bonfire here?

[ On this...harbor...what a spectacularly good idea. ]

[psychometer]

We could just grill it at home. I don't think we want to attract anyone here.

[lansaigh]

Suit yourself. If you don't decide to split soon, I might set up camp here.

[psychometer]

Hm. Maybe when I'm busy, you could just do that.

[It's not too much skin off her back, letting this guy do as he pleased in their moments of relaxation, away from the War. And why not let a spirit who's been dead for what could only be hundreds and hundreds of years, enjoy life on the surface for a bit?]

☼ ☼ ☼

[Later at the apartment, here's rice, there's some quick side dishes, fish, and most importantly...

Lien's popped the cap off a bottle of chilled hard cider and already taking a swig.]

Phew! Been a while since I've had this. [She looks rather content. Girl likes a good drink after all.]

[lansaigh]

[ Meanwhile, Lancer's washing up from his manly!! fish!! grilling!!, long hair bunched up on his head to prevent it from getting charred. He lets i t down once his hands are clean, shaking his head out like a dog (ha ha ), before moving to settle down with his can of beer. ]

Don't fill yourself up with drinks just yet. Come on, eat.

[ EAT HIS FISH!!! ]

[psychometer]

[This is weird. But it's also really... Homey?? Lien comes from Vietnam and yet this is the most AT home she's ever been.

Anyways, dinner is served at the table and Lien looks a little impressed at his skills]

So you're the outdoors survivalist sort of man, huh?

[lansaigh]

You think we had "grocery stores" back in my time?

[ Literally like 2000+ years ago, he means...

His eating style is just as rough as he is, stacking fish on rice and tearing into it without much reservation. ]

Back then, we killed all our food ourselves. [ thanks man, what a thing to say while you're eating... ]

[psychometer]

And you killed each other. Hopefully, you didn't eat each other as well?

[lansaigh]

Some people probably did, but I didn't.

[ A light shrug as he picks a bone out of his rice. ]

We weren't all that well-behaved back then.

[psychometer]

Huh. Well, whatever worked back then??

[She's going to be trying the fish now. Man, when was the last time she ate someone else's cooking that wasn't in a restaurant?? She chews carefully and pauses.]

... It's good.

[lansaigh]

[ Lancer is obvious about how he feels about her assessment; he grins, leaning an elbow on the table and settling his head against one hand. ]

Right. Made even better by the fact that the Servant who made it for you is a good-looking guy.

[psychometer]

[While Lien usually wouldn't give a reaction to that sort of remark... She's turns lightly pink.]

Hey, don't get cocky now.

[lansaigh]

I don't hear you arguing against my point.

[ But he lays off, reaching for some soy sauce to pour over...

...Lien's fish, not even his own. ]

Come on, eat. Can't fight wars on empty stomachs.

[psychometer]

I'll think of something!

[FINE STUFFING HER MOUTH THEN.]

And like hell anyone's catching me on an empty stomach.

[lansaigh]

[ The breath he huffs is close to a chuckle, and he goes back to eating for a few silent moments which he eventually breaks with a question. ]

Yo, Lien.

[ Chopsticks in hand, he tilts his head. ]

One thing.

[ aka: "can I tell you something". ]

[psychometer]

[give her a sec, taking another swig of cider and then she swallows, blinking]

Eh? What is it?

[lansaigh]

Even after we win this thing, and I go back to my Throne—

[ he finishes off his can of beer, crushing it down. ]

—Find someone you can do this sort of thing with. Alright?